Bonfire of the Knuckleheads

By Jeffrey Goldberg

In Chinatown, when the scrupulously noirish but
secretly idealistic Jake Gittes asks Noah Cross, the megalomaniacal water czar,
to explain his wicked pursuit of infinite wealth, he frames the question this
way: “Why are you doing it? How much better can you eat? What could you buy
that you can’t already afford?”

These are questions that come to mind when the subject of
Goldman Sachs arises. Here is a Goldman answer to the second question: At Megu,
the luxe sushi restaurant in Tribeca that is five minutes away by Porsche 911
from Goldman headquarters, dinner can easily exceed $200 a person. Goldman’s
profits in the first quarter of this year came to $3.5 billion. That could
buy 159 million servings of Megu’s yellowtail carpaccio. It’s a lot to
eat, but appetites at Goldman are boundless and it is doubtful that
self-awareness will curb them more than temporarily. It also seems doubtful
that the Securities and Exchange Commission, which may investigate whether
Goldman bet against its own clients in the subprime-mortgage meltdown, will
staple Goldman’s stomach in more than a semipermanent fashion. And President
Obama’s financial-reform package is a half measure, one that will allow
punishment on the margins, but one that also accepts as ineluctable fact the
idea that the system extolled, refined, and gamed by Goldman Sachs and the
banks that have yearned to be Goldman, is the best system we can have. This is
the system that produced the Goldman executive “Fabulous” Fabrice Tourre, who
wrote the most emblematic e mail of the financial crisis:

More and more leverage in the
system, The whole building is about to collapse anytime now . . . Only potential
survivor, the fabulous Fab . . . standing in the middle of these complex, highly
leveraged, exotic trades he created without necessarily understanding all of
the implications of those monstruosities!!!

This is not to say that nothing has shifted in the way we
understand Goldman. The firm once supplied the federal government with
dollar-a-year men, the titans of finance who, as a favor to world capitalism,
went to Washington. Now, though, after the disastrous appearance of Goldman CEO
Lloyd Blankfein and various Goldman dwarves—including and especially the
not-so-fabulous Tourre—before a Senate committee in late April, it seems likely
that Goldman’s name on a résumé will be seen, at least temporarily, as a black
mark. Not so long ago, the leaders of Goldman Sachs were seen as greedy but
brilliant. Today, they are seen as greedy and quite possibly incompetent.
Goldman will survive; Blankfein will stay rich, and the system that produced
such “monstruosities” as Tourre will remain, in most ways, the same. But the
story line has changed: Bonfire of the Vanities, meet Bonfire of the
Knuckleheads.